The Leaky Cauldron is an important passage connecting the wizarding world and the Muggle world, and there is an endless stream of wizards passing by here every day, and as the sun gradually climbs, more and more wizards enter here, but as soon as you walk here, you see a group of cold-looking Aurors in the bar hall, and Amosta Blaine, who is communicating with the Aurors or something, these passers-by immediately look terrified, and they don't need to be driven away, and they quickly retreat.

Half of the Aurors brought by Kingsley were sent out to investigate the memories of the owners of the shops on both sides, and find out the whereabouts of the man who had been manipulated.

The news was still gratifying, that the man seemed to be a Muggle, and that he had not teleported away via an apparition or an illegal portkey, but had instead followed the street outside to Charing Cross, from where he boarded a bus.

Currently, the Aurors are investigating the Muggle bus and the whereabouts of the driver who drove it that day, and Amosta's orders are not over.

"--If you were the one who committed the crime, Kingsley, what would you do after committing the crime?"

Old Tom has been cleared of criminal suspicion, and what awaits him is most likely a fine, and this punishment is not particularly severe for Old Tom, who runs a famous bar in the British wizarding world. He finally came to his senses and began to prepare some drinks and food for the Ministry of Magic employees and Amosta Bryan in the store.

Many things, Amosta had been thinking about since he left Hogwarts yesterday, and he asked calmly as he gently shook the viscous liquor in his glass.

"There is no doubt that I will choose to leave this country-"

Almost as soon as Amosta's voice settled, Kingsley gave his answer.

"If I were the murderer, I could have foreseen that once I succeeded, Dumbledore and Bryan would definitely be able to track it down to the end, and the Ministry of Magic would not let go of the murderer who persecuted one of the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, and they would track me down--"

Without Amosta's command, Kingsley, who had come to his senses, immediately walked up to one of his subordinates, and his voice was urgent,

"Check it out in the ministry, nearly half of it, for two months, the list of all wizards who have entered and exited the UK, go quickly, go to the wizard's immigration office to find Pennock, if he doesn't cooperate, tell him that this is the minister's order and Mr. Blaine!"

"It's not safe to investigate the official channels alone, Kingsley-"

Amosta didn't stop Kingsley's order, but after that Auror left, he continued,

"Judging by the caution shown by the person behind the scenes in the process of sending the package, he would not fail to consider this, so I suggest that it is best to also check the wizards who have been smuggled out of the UK in the past half a month--"

"Go to Frydel's--"

Kingsley glanced at Amosta Blaine, who had been sipping sherry for a long time, and then said to another subordinate who was waiting for orders, in a stern tone,

"Tell him to hand over the list, and if he doesn't agree, take him straight back to the ministry, and tell him that the Wizengamot won't suggest letting him join the queue if he wants to be in Azkaban so much!"

"There are also Bagdal and Nila, who are mainly responsible for the southwestern border. Frydel will be happy to tell you the whereabouts of his two rivals--"

Amosta added.

Hearing his words, Kingsley's subordinate looked at Amosta Bryan in astonishment, a little at a loss.

"Do as Mr. Blaine says--"

Kingsley pursed his lips and said quickly, in order to speed up the efficiency, he had arranged for two more Aurors to be in charge of this together.

"It's astonishing, Mr. Blaine, you're not an Auror, but you know these things very well-"

After taking the man away, Kingsley went to the table where Amosta was sitting alone, and said half-jokingly, half-tentatively.

"Hehe--" Amosta chuckled, "it's not a bad thing to know a little bit more, Kingsley." ”

Kingsley moved the corners of his mouth in agreement, and then sat down opposite Amosta.

Looking at the pensive Amosta Blaine, the next successor to Hogwarts, who was in high demand in the wizarding world, Kingsley blurted out,

"You and Albus are not at all the same style, Mr. Brian--"

However, as soon as the words came out, Kingsley felt regret, and he and Brian did not have such a deep personal relationship.

"Oh?"

Amosta, who was thinking about something, laughed again when he heard this,

"What do you think is the biggest difference between me and Dumbledore?"

This question is actually not easy to answer, and if you are not careful, you will anger the big man in front of you, but after a short period of thought, Kingsley still told the truth,

"You look. I mean, the way things are done is a lot more flexible than Albus's--"

The tall Kingsley smiled and said in a deep, slow voice,

"If Albus were here today, he wouldn't have checked Old Tom's memory, and he wouldn't have asked the Aurors to check Muggle's memory, even with the Ministry's authorization--"

"I'm not denying your claim, Kingsley—"

Amosta smiled and shook his head,

"But I think maybe you don't know Dumbledore well enough—"

Dumbledore was never a man of the rules, but he always had a scale in his heart, and this scale would help him measure whether the things he was about to do were worth breaking the system, the rules, and the rules. And so on, and so on, and if he thinks it's worthwhile, then he'll do it thoroughly.

Kingsley's opinion is only because as Dumbleder has become more and more prestigious, there are fewer and fewer things that can be put in his eyes, so it will give people the illusion of paying attention to rules.

"One more thing, Kingsley—"

Kingsley's candid questioning earned him a little favor with Amosta, who was hesitating and decided to entrust the matter to him.

"There's another way to get close to the killer behind the scenes, I didn't just say-"

Amosta looked Kingsley in the eye and said,

"Yesterday in Dumbledore's office, we didn't tell Minister Fudge about it. The curse in Hermione is very unusual, its curse is separated from the curse itself, and only by destroying the curse can the curse in Hermione's body be completely expelled, and the wizards who have the ability to make this curse are not too many in the European wizarding world-"

Amosta took out the list he had gotten from Verorence from his pocket,

"A friend of mine helped me find a list of wizards in the European wizarding world who possess this ability—"

In order to avoid people associating himself with the Golden Viper, Amosta did not tell Kingsley that he had made the list himself.

"I was going to visit the wizards up there myself, but these people are scattered all over Europe, and besides, it's unrealistic to expect them to stay at home and stay out, and it will take time to track them down--"

Kingsley took the list with a solemn expression, he swept the contents of the list, although the number of people is not large, but not everyone has a clear positioning, and some of the personnel list is specially marked with the source of information several years ago.

"It's best to send an elite for this mission, Kingsley--"

"Understood, Mr. Blaine--"

Kingsley nodded cautiously in understanding.

Wizards who can create particularly powerful curses are not good at it, and they almost come to the door in a posture of asking for sin, and it is difficult to say whether the two sides will fight or not.

Turning his head to look at the remaining Aurors, Kingsley hesitated for a moment before making arrangements, carefully explaining the danger and importance of the task, and watched them leave one by one.

Old Tom hid behind the bar and watched Amosta and Kingsley's group with a grief in his eyes, for his bar was now almost a command post, with all the guests locked out.

Throughout the day, Amosta and Kingsley stayed in the Cauldron to direct the action, listening to the Aurors who had gone to investigate the man who had delivered the package every other minute.

As the sun set in the west, the bar hall gradually became darker, and the air was filled with a more solemn atmosphere, and old Tom had given up the struggle to enjoy this rare leisure, and slept soundly on the bar.

Bang!

A popping sound suddenly appeared, and a fresh breeze surrounded the room.

"We've found him, Mr. Blaine!"

The Auror, who suddenly appeared, shouted excitedly, and Amosta, who was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, slowly opened his eyes, and a pair of light purple eyes flashed in the dim bar hall.

(End of chapter)